Claiming His Fate by Ellis Leigh

pretty one?”
    I growled and raised an eyebrow. “You think my club brother is pretty?”
    “I can understand why some women would find him attractive.” She took the condom from my hand and shifted back along my thighs. Her touch was soft yet firm as she rolled the latex down my shaft. 
    She leaned forward, hand still on my dick, and nibbled on my earlobe. “Not me, though. He’s nowhere near as handsome as you. You had me dripping the second you walked in that private room.”
    Charlotte smiled wickedly, knowing exactly what she was doing to me with her naughty words.
    I groaned and lay back. Her teeth on my body made my own gnash together. The urge to bite her, to mark her as my mate, had my entire body shaking with restraint. She needed to know more about me, about wolf shifters, before I could tie her to me that way. But fuck, did I want to. 
    “And why does Gates screw with your theory?” Charlotte settled herself against me once more, gripping my cock with one hand and slowly sliding the head over her clit. My eyes stayed locked on hers even as I fought the urge to let them roll into the back of my head. The hot, the wet, the slide of her skin along mine.
    “Jesus, kitten. Just put me in you.” I groaned as she giggled and continued with her torture. She’d slide me right to her entrance then pull me away again. Slip the tip inside, then back away. A perfect goddamned tease. 
    “C’mon, wolfman. Why does Gates screw up your theory?” 
    She finally, finally, placed my cock at her entrance and began a slow slide down. Her pussy felt so hot, so soft. It was too much. Too much good and tight and fuck.
    She lifted almost all the way off then slid down again, settling me deeper inside. I groaned and bent my head to suckle her breast, bringing her nipple between my teeth even as I flicked it with my tongue. I pulled back with an obscene popping sound and slowly rolled my hips into hers.
    She stopped me with a strong hold on my arms and the tightening of her thighs over my hips. “Tell me.”
    I moaned and growled, my mind hardly able to focus on her words. “Because the man is over four hundred years old and mateless, yet he lives. No other shifter has lived that long without a mate.”
    “Hhhmmmm.” Her head fell back, her hair tickling my thighs as she worked herself all the way down my cock. “So all the rest of the guys you ride with are either younger or mated?”
    So deep. So fucking deep. And she still wanted to talk?
    “No.” I gasped as she clenched her inner muscles. “Fuck, do that again.”
    She did. I pulled her tight and shivered against her as the pleasure tingled up my spine. 
    “Ahhh, ffuuucccckkkkkkk.”
    “So if Gates—”
    I growled and flipped her onto her back, angling her hips off the floor. “Enough talking. My brain can’t work right when my cock’s inside you.”
    She giggled. “We could always stop.”
    I dropped my forehead to hers and whined. “Oh please. Please don’t make me stop. I mean, I will. But please, kitten.” I ground against her once, gently, willing my body to pull out of her warmth if she said the words. And praying to every deity known to man and beast that she wouldn’t.
    She tilted her head back and brought her mouth to mine, placing the sweetest, gentlest kiss in the history of kissing against my lips.
    And then she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
    I crushed my lips to hers as my hips began a pounding rhythm. In, pause, rotate, out—deeper and deeper I slid. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders to change the angle, wanting to add a little pressure to her clit as I ground against her. She groaned on my first grind, her body quaking under me. She mimicked every thrust, every slide of my flesh against hers. Matching me on every in stroke, edging forward when I pulled out. We fucked that way until our bodies were covered with sweat and our breaths were nothing more than pants against the other’s lips. 
    “I want to come so bad.” She